While watching news and eating TV dinners.
The barcode on the plastic tray predicts
My residence to fifty digits: winners
From birth, we citizens of Earth all drink
Our fill of supersized self-evidence.
The folks at WHO now think
Five million east Africans (past tense
Persons in journalistic parlance) are
At risk of diarrhea. Seems my clippers
Were in the bathroom, which just felt too far
To go to break a habit. In my slippers,
I shuffle off in some discomfort, while
TV's non-citizens go out of style.
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